I Rely on Caution to Cultivate to Immortality Chapter 533: How could I be wrong?

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Yes, the monk who is still alive is a male monk.

Although there is only half of the body left, it is not enough to tell whether the monk in front of him is a man or a woman.

Although he was in a state of embarrassment and his pale face looked no different from a dead person, this male cultivator was still alive.

Looking at the male cultivator blankly, his eyes flickered slightly, and then quickly returned to a surprised look. Because it was too fast, everyone present could notice her strangeness.

Because only half of his body was left, this male cultivator could only lean against the incomplete wall, but this could not conceal his crazy and outstanding temperament and appearance at all. However, through the hole made by the male cultivator, he suddenly noticed that the male cultivator seemed to be trapped by a cage.

At this moment, the male cultivator also seemed a little surprised. But he still showed a cold smile.

"What? There's actually a cave here. Could it be that you're another person trapped by Qing Ziyan? Oh, that bastard, wouldn't you imprison a mountain?"

Qing Ziyan...

Han Ran's eyes flickered slightly, but she still looked at the man in front of her in feigned shock, completely unbelievable.

"You said that the patriarch locked you here? How is that possible?"

Then Mingran quickly came to a conclusion.

"You must be a bad person, otherwise the patriarch won't lock you up."

The male cultivator would get angry as soon as he squinted his eyes, but he calmed down after thinking of something. He raised the corner of his eyes and stared at Mingran's opening.

"I'm really not a bad person. Little guy, do you know who I am?"

He shook his head.

"Yes, at your age, it's normal if you don't know me."

The male cultivator took a look at Huanran, and then took another look. For some reason, he always felt that the little girl was a little familiar, but he had never seen it before. If he had seen it, with his memory and the experience of not going out here for more than 20 years and relying on memory every day, it is impossible not to remember it.

Maybe it's because he's been holding back for too long, so even if he said that he was a bad person, the male cultivator rarely didn't get angry. After all, he has been locked up here for more than 20 years, except for Qing Ziyan who occasionally comes, that is, his crazy wife. No time to meet outsiders at all.

"I am the father of your Patriarch Qing!"

After saying this, the male cultivator deliberately stopped to see Huan Ran's reaction.

Sure enough, Minran's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the male cultivator opposite him in disbelief, as if he doubted his whole life.

Seeing this, the male cultivator showed a satisfied smile, and was about to say something when he heard a trembling retort.

"Yes, but if you are the patriarch's father, why are you locked up by the patriarch?"

When the male cultivator heard the words, he showed an extremely ugly expression for a moment, as if he wanted to eat people!

But looking at the frightened expression, the male cultivator forcibly endured it for some reason, and just spoke expressionlessly.

"Don't ask children about adult matters!"

Huanran was originally a quiet person, seeing that the male cultivator didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't ask any questions, just thinking silently there.

Looking at the tangled face, it seems that he is thinking hard about this person's relationship with Patriarch Qing and whether what he said is true or false.

Looking at Minran for a while, the male cultivator somehow became interested in Minran. But he quickly attributed it to this as the first outsider he had seen in so many years, so he didn't think much about it for the time being.

After appreciating the ever-changing expression for a while, the male cultivator sneered and opened his mouth.

"What's your name? Are you from Qing's family?"

He paused for a moment, thinking that it's no big deal to say such a trivial matter. So he said it.

"My name is Zhuang Minran, not from the Qing family. I am the core disciple of Jiumuyuan, the second-rank sect."

"Jiumuyuan?"

The male cultivator was thoughtful, and then followed up with questions.

"Are you from Jiumu Small World?"

"That's not true."

Carefully glanced at the male cultivator, trying not to say anything important.

"I was born in Hengyuan Continent, which is a very small world."

The male cultivator had never heard of Hengyuan Continent's name, and knew it was not a famous place, so he snorted coldly.

"In these days, people from any small world can enter my Qing's house?"

Miran was a little dissatisfied, but she endured it.

"What's wrong with the people in the small world? I don't steal or rob, I'm aboveboard!"

"Besides, I just came to Qing's house to practice, and I have to go back to Jiumuyuan in a few days! My master and brothers and sisters are waiting for me!"

I don't know which words in these words touched the male cultivator. In short, he suddenly wandered for a while, as if he was caught in some past.

Actually, he suddenly remembered that no one in the outside world seemed to be waiting for him. Everyone thought he was dead, but Qing Ziyan, that wicked beast, wanted to torture him so much that he couldn't wish for death. After all the calculations, he was actually only accompanied by that crazy woman.

Really...

At this time, Mingran squatted to the edge of the barrier that trapped him, and asked cautiously with his face up.

"Then you, what's your name?"

From the perspective of a male cultivator, Minran looks timid and timid, like a harmless little animal. It is also like a little rabbit he raised when he was young, warm and harmless, although he is naturally timid, he will always be at his feet. That kind of warm touch makes people can't help letting go of their defenses.

Of course, when he realized this emotion that shouldn't appear, he strangled the little rabbit to death with his own hands.

That **** is really stupid, even if he was pinched by him, he didn't know how to bite him, he just kept struggling until he died...

And the little girl in front of me looks like that rabbit! Like him, his fingers couldn't help trembling.

He has been locked up here for more than 20 years, and he has never killed a single person. How cruel it is for him to be unable to end those fresh lives with his own hands! That feeling of killing every living life with one's own hands, that intoxicating taste of controlling the fate of others...

Really, long time no see.

Slowly opened his eyes, a seductive smile appeared on half of the male cultivator's face.

"Would you like to know who I am?"

Miran seemed to have noticed something~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly became vigilant, but after thinking about it, this person couldn't make it through, so it was nothing to say.

"Yes. What did you do to be held here?"

The male cultivator smiled disdainfully.

"Make a mistake? How could I make a mistake? If it weren't for your good patriarch to change positions, I would have died at this time! Why do I have to suffer all these years here?"

Well, why does it sound like this person wants to die but can't?

I felt that the male cultivator seemed abnormal, so I didn't want to ask any more, but the male cultivator spoke in a seductive voice.

"Don't you want to know my name? Come closer, and I will tell you when you get close."

Seeing that he was vigilant, the male cultivator smiled wryly and opened his mouth.

"I've been imprisoned here for so many years, and I haven't even seen a living person. Just talk to me. Okay?"